Bug as in my car, not little critters. The Fudge Bar is a very clean establishment. A wonderful place. But I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning.
This is my Bug.
I know. I know. This story is sounding very convoluted, but as my law school professors used to say, "Don't worry. It will all come together in the end." And they were usually right.
Okay, I had planned to get up and do my laundry. Hmmmm. I seem to have a lot of posts related to laundry. Oh well, so I get all my laundry loaded into the Bug and go to start my car. And try to start my car. And continue trying to start my car. It doesn't start.
I'm sitting there trying to deny the reality of what is happening, much like our President, but there is no shutting out reality forever. My car is almost seven years old and I still have the original battery. The little battery light and some others are lighting up. I knew it was only a matter of time. I need a new battery and a jump, so I call AAA.
Even though I wasn't happy with how my day was going, I really could not be mad. I was at home, it was a fairly nice day out and I didn't have to be anywhere. If this had happened last night, I could have been stuck in a parking garage. Or it could be snowing. In all the scenarios for my battery deciding to die, this was one of the best. I went back inside and made some phone calls while waiting. I was told that someone would be there within forty-five minutes. They arrived after forty minutes. Shocking!
So I walk outside and the guy takes my keys, opens the hood and starts looking for the battery. He starts making comments about Beetles and says he doesn't see the battery. He says it must be in the trunk, I said, "No, it's a new Beetle." He ignores me and calls me "sweetheart" whenever he refers to me. He's not condescending about it, just matter of fact and kind of cute, so I let him keep looking and of course he doesn't find it.
He calls in to headquarters and says he has a Beetle and can't find the battery. I tell him again, "It's a new Beetle." He ignores me and keeps talking to the guy. He seems to be on a two-way radio, because I can hear the other guy saying, "We have a Bug jump!"
He finds the battery and jumps it in about ten seconds. I figured I'd better buy a new battery and the laundry would have to wait. Mind you, I'm not wearing my Sunday finest. I had only planned on seeing similarly attired laundry people. Oh well.
I drove to a place near Quincy Center and they said it would take about an hour and a half. I hadn't had my coffee or anything to eat, so I went across the street to Starbucks. I had a nice cup of coffee and a slice of pumpkin bread. It was almost as good as mine!
As I was sitting there, I figured my plans for the day were probably shot, but maybe that was the Universe's way of saying "Stop. Sit for a bit. I've changed your plans. Yours weren't working." Okay. I'll go with it.
I had forgotten, that just a few doors away was a store called The Fudge Bar that I had planned on visiting months ago. It seemed that time was always running away from me. All these months and I still hadn't gone once. So I figured, okay this is the time.
The store is divided into two parts. One side has lots of cute gifts. I must admit that I officially started my Christmas shopping. It smells like chocolate heaven. Yum! I had just eaten, so I didn't try as much as I normally would have. However, I did succumb to the allure of one of their flavors. See below. And yes, it is appropriately named. Enjoy the pictures.
*Updated 9/1/2011* I happened to look at this post today and realized that sadly The Fudge Bar closed a while ago. The website that I had linked to is now another establishment, so I removed the link.